turning through sick lullabies,,, jaybaby!

[`morgan isabel callahan]

Morgan had been wandering the city since three in the morning. It was twelve now. Morgan was one of the rare insmoniacs in New York City. She couldn't go to sleep without having absolutley horrible nightmares. It was so hard for her, especially since the nightmares beat her to the core. She didn't get sleep very often. She had to take medication for it, and even then she couldn't sleep long enough for her to feel relaxed. So yes, Morgan had been wandering around the city for a few hours, just looking around. She had grown up in New York City, but she didn't really get to go out much. She had been cooped up in school, and her older sister Maripsoa was super paranoid so she always had Wes, Annabelle and Morgan be back hom right after school. It was retarded. Thats why Morgan was glad she moved into her own place, to get away from all the craziness.

Morgan walked into Central Park, looking around. She was wearing a blue polo shirt that was a bit big on her that used to be one of her boyfriend's back in high school. He had tried to get her to have sex with him, and had taken his shirt off. When she refused, he was mad and stormed out of her bedroom, leaving his shirt by accident. He broke up with her the next day at school. But she didn't care. She didn't want to give her virginity away to some random boy. He wasn't very random, but he was a hell of a jerk. He was mean to her friends, but up until he dumped her, she brushed it off because he was very good-looking. He was a rich boy, and the school soccer star. She now wore the shirt with only two buttons up, with the collar folded down. She wore blue faded skinny jeans and her favorite cream colored Uggs, and a light blue jacket on over. She had her hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket as she walked.

Morgan looked around the park and sighed. It was pretty here. She began to walk forward, and sat down at a black bench. She remembered a long time ago, her mother took her here. She remembered the day clearly, as if it was just a few days ago that it happened, instead of a few years. Her mother had suggested that they go to the park and play and talk. Morgan, of course, had jumped at the chance to go soemwhere with her mother. She remembered walking here with her mother, hand in hand, from their penthouse that they lived in. They played in the fallen colorful leaves and laughed and had a good time. But, now her mother was gone. Where? God only knows. She had gone missing when Morgan was a little girl. Nobody knew where she was, or where she had gone. Morgan crossed one leg over the other, glancing down, her bright blue eyes slightly narrowed as the sun beat down on her pretty white blonde hair.

OCC; woah, short. ran out of muse. =O

[jay craig moore ,]

[ i fly like paper, get high like planes]

It was around twelve in the afternoon, and Jay wanted some lunch. For once he had woken up early, around eight o'clock. It was odd because it was summer, but he had. Probably because of the lack of partying the night before, he wasn't hungover and he was in a great mood. He spent most of his day outside, actually managing to go to the gym early in the morning when nobody was there for once; something he had been meaning to do for a while. He had been out and about all day, since about nine, starting to get bored. Finally he decided that his taste buds would super enjoy a hot dog, probably not having that very gross to think about meat in just about forever. Actually, getting one from Nathans would be amazing. A little pricey, but he supposed he could stop in, get one, and go to Central Park.

Originally having just a off white cotton t-shirt and skinny jeans on, it was getting a little chilly out in the middle of summer. Jay was very sensitive to the weather, and dreaded getting the tiniest bit cold. So right around the time he was planning on going to getting a hot dog and heading down to Central Park to eat surrounded by beauty, he ran home to grab a sweatshirt so he could be comfortable while doing so and look "beautiful" himself. He loved sweatshirts, even in the dead middle of summer. He thought they where the most style-ish thing that anyone could wear. Like jeans, you could probably buy a sweat shirt for any body type. Pair them with some Nike kicks, and you'll look out of this world, kind of like Jay today.

He left his dorm then left the campus completely. It looked totally empty, and he had a feeling deep down everwhere would be empty too. It just seemed like one of those days where everyone would be sleeping or doing there own little inside thing, even if was gorgeous outside. He had mixed feelings about the whole thing. Like he didn't mind not waiting for hot dogs at Nathans, but, he didn't want to be in Central Park with nobody but elderly couples and single moms taking there kiddos on a little walk. He needed somebody to talk to today. He had actually been fairly social lately, he's just one of those people who need to hang out with somebody; even if its somebody he doesn't know, everyday.

He decided to just go to a Nathans famous hot dog stand in Central Park, cutting down his time a bit. He smiled as he put his stunna shades over his Carmel eyes. When he finally got to his destination, he pulled out his wallet. Giving the man at the stand five dollars, he told him to keep the change as he took his hot dog and walked out, on a mission to find somebody interesting. He saw a girl sitting down, pretty, young. She might be in college, might be in high school. He couldn't tell, but once again the curious boy was just oh so naturally curious. And he wanted to find out about her. It didn't help that she looked nice too, which made him just want to sit down even more. So he followed his gut, sitting down next to her without warning, saying a simple "Hi, I'm Jay" hoping she wouldn't get creeped out at him, knowing many people would if a random stranger just sat down next to them in Central Park and introduced themself.

[`morgan isabel callahan]

morgan had spaced out. she had tried to push her mother out of her mind, but she hadn't seen her in so long, she couldn't help but feel curious. she had left when morgan was so young, why worry about it? morgan gave a soft sigh, glancing down at the sidewalk, the cracks beneath her feet. she pulled her legs closer to her body, twisting them slightly so that one foot was over the other. she really wished she could make her life better but she was only nineteen. and what could a nineteen year old do, with facial and body appearance that she has? nothing. cause normal nineteen year olds don't get approached by elderly people and people at the school with worried or confused expressions on their faces, asking her if she was lost or she needed to find her mother. yeah, it got annoying, but you get used to it.

morgan suddenly felt a different feeling. a dark, deep feeling in the pit of her stomach. it was alien to her, to her bright, happy self. she didn't know what it was at first, before it slowly came to her. loneliness. was that it? it had to be. she was so tired of being single. she wanted to have the feeling of someone holding her, kissing her. she needed to be loved, and craved it. she hadn't had a boyfriend since high school, since the jerky soccer star. she didn't really feel like she needed one then, but she felt like she needed one now.

morgan began to list a number of guys she could be interested in, or they could be interested in her. jude? no, no no. he was too brotherly to her. she would probably want to kill herself after he kissed her, as mean as it sounds. and plus, he was with jensen. she couldn't raid on jensen's little parade. morgan wasn't that kind of girl. what about easy? yeah. easy was sweet and loving and caring. but then again, he was one of her best friends. if they broke up, it would be super awkward. she went through the list of possible guys, but not one could she find that would be good for her. she sighed.

"Hi, I'm Jay"

morgan jumped, as she heard a voice. she looked beside her, and saw a guy had sat down next to her. he was actually pretty cute. she smiled, feeling a bit of a blush go up her cheeks, lighting up her rather pale and innocent features. "morgan," she introduced herself, her bright blue eyes tracing his features. he had tattoos, and long hair. he wasn't exactly the type of guy she would go for. but, he was cute. and she admired the fact that he wasn't shy to come over and talk to her, seeing as how different they looked. plus, she had always been secretly attracted to guys like that, with the bad boy style going on.

morgan's eyes drifted to his tattoos. "i like your tats." she said, nodding. she was going to get a tattoo soon. she was gonna go with easy and her sister annabelle. she wondered how annabelle would react, if morgan introduced them. annabelle would probably hate him. but, that was annabelle's opinion. morgan was free to do what she pleased, i mean, she was over eighteen. and annabelle wasn't her mother. morgan cringed again at the thought of her mother, but pushed her out of her mind, then smiled warmly at jay.

[jay craig moore ,]

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Jay sat there quiet for a moment, waiting for her response. Moments actually seemed like hours when it came down to it, especially in situations like this. Here he was sitting next to a girl whom he found attractive, not sure what grade she was in and if it was creepy or not, or if she found him creepy just for him sitting down next to him. A lot of pressure and a lot of questions between two people who had never even met in there entire lives isn't it? And especially from a boy who seemed so confident, so cool, so laid back, so full of himself, the list could go on forever. He sat back, relaxing a bit. He looked down at his shoe, noticing a bit of dirt, kind of in the shape of a raincloud. he tried to wipe it off on the sidewalk, but ended up making more of a mess, smudging it.

And all that just happened in about five seconds, because about five seconds later he heard her respond to what he had said and looked up. He smiled as she introduced herself. Morgan, it suited her. It was always one of the first things that he did when he met somebody; see if there name fits them. " Well, nice to meet you Morgan.

[/color]" he said, that little ol Jay smile still shining on his face. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He caught her pretty much checking him out, and yes, his cheeks did turn a little red. What a very unlike Jay thing to do. He turned his head away quickly to hide that, putting his hands in his face and running them through his hair casually, but that time the redness was completely gone. His eyesight wondered to the sky for a moment, then back at her. "So, what brings you to Central Park[/color]" He noticed the sky getting darker and darker, taking a bite of his food and chewing then continuing, "Especially when it looks like we're about to get another storm[/color]"

This whole situation was pretty odd when you came down to it. Here he was, talking to a complete but total attractive stranger. All he knew about her was that her name was Morgan, yet strangely he found some kind of connection to her. He was eating a hot dog; which he never ate because most of the time he found meat repulsive. His shoes had dirt on them, and did I mention he was actually feeling attracted to a girl who he hadn't met for more then two seconds; like meat, this is just repulsive. And when he looked over to her, all he saw was something to get laid with. After those few minutes of meeting her he knew what her purpose in his life was going to be; a good fuck. And Jay, a very good actor, could put up quiet a show to get what he wants. Even if it is extremely cruel. What could he say, he was the kind of boy that little girls moms warn them about and sooner or later those girls grow up and just have to try it and he'll leave her crying on her mommas couch, as always proving those moms right. Sure, there's some nice guys out there, but most of them are dogs looking for some pussy.

He smiled, the nervousness melted away. Once he has a goal, and knows that some people won't be all that important to his life besides that one night, he knows how to act. Everything about him just cools off, compared to how nervous he would act around somebody that he knew would be important in his life. He smiled as she complimented him, in his mind 'taking the bait'. Not literally, but at least he knew that she was liking his look. But now it was time for the show, this time he'll play for the boy who can't take a compliment, a little bit awkward and maybe even a little bit shy. "Aha thanks, but most of them are unfinished anyways. I've seen people with better ones[/color]" he said, rubbing his arm a bit, just trying to show the most awkward uncomfortable boy in the world. "I like your eyes[/color]" he said with a light smile and a little laugh, but quickly changing the subject. "So, you go to Waverly right?[/color]" he said. Oh boy, he really hoped somehow this would work. Or he would have to change his whole approach, which would clearly show off as how fake he is.
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[jay craig moore ,]

thread closed !

okay, well. unfortunately i went on my break at the wrong time and we never got to finish this thread. if you'd like to know what happen to morgan and jay read the first section of the carcrash hearts plot, because unfortunately im just going to have to say that it happened because the masquerade is already going on.